Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Move. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Organ,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.